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TRINITY COLLEGE LIBRARY 

May. 1921 



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ElESJPER, 



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AND 



OTHER POEMS, 



BY 

THEO. H. HILL 



" Meantime, not emulous of highest Praise, 

At sweet Parnassus' flow'ry Foot I lie, 
And drink enraptur'd the descending Lays, 

Or in short Plights my tender Pinions try: 
So in the humble Vale the Linnet flies, 

While the strong Eagle sails along the Skies." 

Thomas Gibbous. 



RALEIGH: 

STROTHER k MARCOM TUBLISIIERH. 
MDCCCLXI. 



Entered according to Act of Congress, in 
the year 1861, 

By THEO. II . HILL, 

In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the 
Confederate States, for the District of Pam- 
lico, North Carolina. 







- 



®o Jordan Wftambh, <Jr., 

OF RALEIGH, N. 0., 

(as a trivial token or no light esteem,) 
THIS VOLUME 



IS DEDICATED, BY niS FRIEND, 

THE AUTHOR. 



PEEFACE. 



The author styles his verses " Poems," 
in compliance with a courteous custom, 
which thus entitles all compositions in 
rhyme. Written in moments of leisure, 
merely for his own amusement, they 
are published now at the suggestion of 
friends, whose partiality has attributed 
to them an intrinsic merit they may not 
really possess. 

T. H. H. 
Raleigh, December, 1861. 



CONTENTS. 



Hesper, 11 

Anacreontic, 13 

Love Among the Roses 17 
Hope of Heaven, - - - -20 

To L. F. P. - - - - . 23 

Clouds with Silver Linings, - - 25 

Duni Vivimus, Vivamus,- 28 

Despair, . 30 

Song of the Butterfly, 33 

The Star above .the Manger, - - 37 

Antipodes, 41 

St. Valentine's Day, - - - - 43 

Ode to Sleep, 46 

Darkness, 48 

Banished Rome .... 49 



VIII CONTENTS. 

Taking a Snooze, - . - - 51 

Indian Summer, .... 53 

Hope, 54 

Love, 58 

Joy, 60 

Violets, 61 

Wooed, Won, Forsaken, - - - 65 

Reveille, 67 

The Shadow of the Rock, - - 69 

Stella 70 

Dulcamara, 73 

The Light of the Lattice, - - 75 
" My Hopes like Waning Watch-fires 

Glow," 76 

" Tear Down that Flag," - - - 78 

EARLIER POEMS. 

Flowers for Mary - - - - 80 

Perdite - - 83 

The Sunbeam, 85 

Horse Halcyonse 87 

Life and Death, 91 

The Combatants, 93 



HESPER. 



HESPEE. 



" M*hat time the stars first flocked into the blue 
Behind young Hespcr, Shepherd of the eve." 

Thos. Buchanan Reap. 



The brilliant evening Star to-night, 
Gleams through the dusky air; 
As though some seraph in his flight, 
Through the unclouded realms of light, 

Had paused an instant there ; — 
Had paused and silently surveyed 

The dreaming world below ; 
Then flown away to Eden's shade 

Where " living waters " flow : 
Mcthiuks some bright unearthly gem 



12 HESPER. 

Fell from his flashing diadem, 

For, when he winged his flight afar 

Through the enchanted air, 

A light remained, — the evening star 

Shone forth serenely there ! 

' Tis thus the great — the good depart, 

And leave a beacon-light, 
To cheer the pilgrim's drooping heart 

And guide his feet aright : 

Hence we revere the sage — the seer 

Of every age and clime; 
Whose priceless gems still sparkle here 

Upon the strand of time. 



ANACREONTIC. 



•* I awoke the next morning -with an aching head and feverish frame. Ah, 
those midnight carousals, how glorious they would be if there were no next 
morning ?" * 

Sir E. Bulweb Lvtton. 



Fill up! fill up! 

The poison-cup 

With Lethe to the brim; 
I yearn — I pine — I faint — I thirst 

To see the brilliant bubbles burst 

Around its rosy rim : 

Then, let me drain 

The bowl again, 

And fill it up once more \ 

For fearful phantoms haunt my brain, 

And at the open door 



♦rclham. ch. xxiii. 

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14 ANACREONTIC. 

A ghastly group of fiends appear — 
Their hollow laughter racks niy ear, 
See ! how malignantly they leer 

Upon the wreck they've made : 
They little care that honor, wealth, 
And home, and happiness, and health 

Are blighted and betrayed I 

Fill up ! fill up ! 
The sparkling cup : — 
It is with Lethe fraught ! 
It drowns reflection, palsies thought, 

Binds memory in chains, 
And bids the hot blood leap and dart, 
Like molten lava from my heart 
To fire the sluggish veins ! 

Fill to the brim and I will drink, 
" To Memory and Thought, 

Eternal death," — for oh ! to tliinlc, 
Is with such horror fraught — 
That hell would be 



ANACREONTIC. 15 

A heaven to me 

Were memory no more : 
Aye ! could I never think again — 

Never the past deplore, 
I should no longer here remain, 
For hell can have no penal pain 
In all its fiery domain, 

So fearful unto me ; 
As the scorpion sting 
Of that terrible thing, 

Which we call memory ! 

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To dream of all that I am now — - 

Of all I might have been — 
The crown of thorns upon my brow — 

The gnawing worm within J — 
Of all the treasures I have lost, 
Like leaves autumnal, tempest-tost, — 

Of sunbeams into clouds withdrawn, 

Their momentary sparkle gone, — 



16 ANACREONTIC. 

Of murdered hope, and blighted bloom- 

God ! how horrible my doom ! 

Yet fill— fill up ! 
The crimson cup 
With frenzy to the brim ! 

1 wildly burn — I madly thirst 

To see the blushing bubbles burst 
Around its ruby rim ! 



LOVE AMONG THE ROSES. 



In deepest grap*, beneath the whispering roof 
Of leaves and trembled blossoms, where there ran 
A brooklet scarce espied:— 

Keats' " Ode to Psychi. 



I have found liini ! Here lie lies, 

Weary of the chase; — 
Lured by vagrant butterflies 

To this shady place : 
Hat in hand, he ran for hours, 
In and out among the flowers, 
Following each golden prize 
With winged feet and wistful eyes. 

He dreams beneath a drooping vine, 
Whose graceful trailers intertwine, 

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18 LOVE AMONG THE ROSES. 

Weaving above his head a woof 
Of dark green leaves and crimson flowers : 
In vain through this umbrageous roof 
May noontide sunbeams try to peep — 
He?e, time is told in twilight hours, 
While " infant beauty " lies — asleep. 

Gray birds and gorgeous butterflies 

Flash through these "purpling glooms,"* 

Where zephyrs woo with plaintive sighs. 
The hearts of hidden blooms; 
Yet, heedless of their happy flight, 
He slumbers still, serenely bright — 
Transfigured in the shifting light ! 

The tinkling bells of sylvan streams, 

Which wind around this cool retreat, 
Chime to the music of his dreams; 



* And softly through the forest bars 
Light lovely shapes, on glossy plumes, 

Float ever in, like winged stars, 
Amid the purp'ing glooms. 

Amelia B. Wjlbt. 



LOVE AMONG THE ROSES. 19 

For, sheltered from the glowing heat, 
Their laughing — sparkling waters meet 
To ripple at his rosy feet ! 

Yes ! I've found him ! 

All around him 
Blushing flowers bud and bloom ; 

Merrily the birds are singing — 

Drowsily the bees are clinging 

(Drunken with perfume) 
To the lilies and the roses 
' Kound the spot where love reposes ! 



HOPE OF HEAVEN, 



1 O where shall rest be found, 
Eest for the weary soul ?" 

James Montoomkbt. 



O there is naught upon this earth of our's 
The restless longings of the soul to fill ; 

We pant for fairer fields and fresher flowers — > 
For purer fountains still. 

Our drooping souls, like captive eagles, pine 
To breathe, once more, their native atmos- 
phere — 

To soar above the cloud, where sunbeams shine 
And shadows disappear. 

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HOPE OF HEAVEN. 21 

For what are all the rosy, dazzling dreams — 
The glowing hopes and fleeting joys of earth; — 

Its fading smiles — its evanescent gleams 
Of happiness and mirth? 

Faint, glimmering moonbeams falling on a pall, 
Or lighting up the pathway to the tomb — 

Wild flowers that blossom on a ruined wall — 
Oases in the gloom! 

These are the joys of earth; but tell me where 
Are its wild sorrows — its harassing fears? 

Where are the clouds — the shades of dark 
despair — 
That haunt u this vale of tears?" 

Oh where shall rest be found? A stormy tido 
Is rushing madly onward to the sea; 

Immortal spirits down the current glide 
Into Eternity. 



22 HOPE OF HEAVEN. 

Thrice happy he ! to whom the change of time 
And tide may leave one solitary rock — 

An Ararat, eternal and sublime, 
Unshaken by the shock j — 

A hope op heaven, whose summit in the skies, 
(The only refuge of a ruined race) 

Smiles through the storm — the swelling surge 
defies, 
And stands — a resting place ! 



TO L, F. P. 



Oh ! "when the dark, tumultuous tide 

Of life is ebbing fast j — 
When every earthly hope has died, 
Thy memory shall still abide, 

An Eden in the waste : — 
"A diamond in the desert" where 

A silver fountain sings, 
And birds of summer fill the air 

With merry carolings ; — 
A land of beauty and of bloom 
Whence zephyrs, freighted with perfume, 
On wings of woven light convey 

The sweets of Paradise away ! 

When all is drear and desolate ; — 
When o'er the waters dark, 
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24 TO L. F. P. 

(Like thistle-down before the blast, 
Or dead leaves on a torrent cast,) 
My soul, a helinless ark, 
Is rudely — madly driven on 
Before the dread Euroclydon 
Of unrelenting fate ; 
Then brighter than the sparkling bow 

"Whose sky-born splendors sat 
Like gems upon the regal brow 

Of rugged Ararat, 
Over the dusky wave afar, 
Love's scintillant unchanging star, 
From the bright portal of the past 
A flood of golden light shall cast, 
To gild the gloomy twilight air 
And shew engraven everywhere 
Thy name, — the first — the last ! 



CLOUDS WITH SILVER LININGS. 

AN IMPROMPTU ADDRESS TO JOB'S COMFORTERS. 



"Clouds have silver linings j" — 
Thus the poet sings, 
To stifle vain repinings 
And silence murinurings ; 
But in the cloud above me 
No 'silver* do I see; 
Now Poet, 'an' you love nie," 
Prithee ! shew it unto me ! 

The words which you have spoken 
Perchance arc very true, 
Yet, until the cloud be broken 
And the sunlight pecpeth through, 
This thought of "silver linings" 
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26 CLOUDS WITH SILVER LININGS. 

But awakens fresh repinings, 
For you must surely see, Sir — 
Though truthful you may be, Sir — 
That the dark side is for me, Sir, 
"While the bright side is for you ! 

Even were its ' lining ' golden — 

If it may not be beholden — 

Pray, tell me ! Mr. Poet, 

Is it comforting to know it — 

Unless you mean to shew it? 

Your well-meant information 

Gives me no consolation; 

For the sky is none the brighter, 

Nor the cloud a shade the lighter 

Unto me, 
From knowing that behind it — 
If I can ever find it — 

There may be 
A sun that shines forever 
But which I alas ! may never 

Chance to see ! 



CLOUDS WITH SILVER LININGS. 27 

So dark the cloud that hovers 

In my sky to-night, 
I cannot think it covers 

A single gleam of light: 
Now, prove your aphorism, — 

If such, indeed, it be — 
Dispel my scepticism ! 

Or prate no more to me ) — 
To drive away each shade of doubt, 
Pray, turn the dark child inside out! 



> . 



DUM VIVIMUS, VIVAMUS." 



" Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."— St. Matt, vi : 34. 

Earth is not an El Dorado, 

Nor is life a summer-day; 
Every sunbeam hath a shadow 

Chasing it away — 
Frail Ephemera that perish, — 

Doomed to disappear; 
Those we love, caress and cherish. 

May not linger here: 
Pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow. 

Here, alternate, come and go, — 
Which of these we'll have to-morrow 

We may never know. 

Gather flowers — blushing flowers — 

Which, at present , blow; 
Leave the buds — they are not our's — 

They for others grow. 

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DUM VIVIMUS, VIVAMUS. 

If it now be pleasant weather, 

Let us merry be, — 
Let ns laugh and sing together. 

Why repress our glee 
By vain speculations, whether, 

In the future, we 
Shall be gloomier, or gladder, 

Gayer or less gay? 
Such reflections overshadow 

Beautiful "To-Day!" 
Fretting — murmuring — repining. 

Darkens every sorrow ; — 
For regret is ever twining 

Cypress for the morrow. 

But remember ! — Oh ! remember 

In thy darkest day, 
That the drearier December, 

Brighter is th* 1 May : 
Earth is not an El Dorado, 

Nor is life a summer-day: 
Every sunbeam hath a shadow 

Chasing it away. 



29 



DESPAIR. 



" No more,— no more,— no more ! 

(Such language holds the solemn sea 
To the sands upou the shore,) 

Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, 
Or the stricken eagle soar 1 " 

Edgab Allen Pob. 



I have naught to hope or dread; 
All save sentience is dead; 
Peace, with Innocence, has fled. 

To the gloom in which I dwell, 
This world's darkest dungeon-cell, 
Were as heaven, unto hell. 

Ye, who yet may hope or fear, 
Shun this sad sepulchral sphere ! — 
Rather die than enter here ! 
30 



DESPAIR. 31 

Each unto himself, is fate — 
Carver of his own estate — 
Be it blest or desolate ; 

Hence how soothing is the thought — 
With what sweet nepenthe fraught — 
/ have all this ruin wrought ;— 

/with sorrow chose to sup — 
Madly drained her bitter cup — 
Having had — the filling wp ! 

Fairest flowers soonest die; 
Summer-friends are first to fly ; 
Memory alone is nigh ! 

Of the many, only she 
Yet remaineth true to me : 
Like the echo of the sea, 

In the shell upon the shore, 
She abideth evermore, 
Murmuring of heretofore, 



32 DESPAIR. 

In my heart a stranded shell, 
Dashed by passion's stormy swell, 
On the burning beach of hell ! 

I have naught to hope or dread ; 
All save sentience is dead; 
Peace, with Innocence, has fled ! 



SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY 



" What more felicity can fall to creature 
Than to enjoy delight with liberty." 

Fate op thk Buttkbfly. — Spknsbb. 



Who is merrier than I ? 

Quoth the golden butterfly, 

In the shining court of May, 

Whose apparel half so gay ? 

I reflect each sparkling hue 

Of her gaudy retinue. 

I have kissed the Lily's cheek, 

I have played at " hide and seek," 

Blushing Violet, with you ! 

Who is merrier than I? 

Quoth the golden Butterfly. 

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34 SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY. 

II 

I have flirted, too, with thee, 
Beautiful Anemone ! 
And the blue-eyed Pimpernel, 
Is superlatively blest, 
Should I for a moment rest, 
Down in yonder grassy dell j 
Little doth she dream that I 
From her soft caresses fly, 
But to breathe the sweet perfume 
Of the pale Magnolia bloom j 
Or to spend a listless hour 
In the cool, secluded bower 
Of the pining Passion-flower ! 
Blither wooer, who than I? 
Quoth the gaudy Butterfly. 

III. 

When the shades of evening fall 
Like the foldings of a pall — 
When the dew is on the flowers 



SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY. 35 

And the mute unconscious Hours 

Still pursue their noiseless flight 

Through the dreamy realms of night, 

In the shut or open rose 

Ah ! how sweetly I repose ! 

Zephyrs, freighted with perfume, 

Gently rock my cradle-bloom, 

Myriads of fire-flies 

From the dewy leaves arise, 

And Diana's starry train, 

Sweetly scintillant again, 

Never Bleep while I repose 

On the petals of the rose, 

Sweeter couch hath who than I ? 

Quoth the brilliant Butterfly 

IV. 

Life is but a summer day 
Gliding languidly away: 
Winter comes alas! too soon: 
Would it were forever June ! 
Yet through brief my flight may be, 



36 SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY. 

Fun and frolic still for me ! 
When the summer leaves and flowers, 
Now so beautiful and gay, 
In the cold autumnal showers, 
Droop and fade and pine away, 
Who would not prefer to die? — 
What were life to such as If 
Quoth the flaunting Butterfly. 



THE STAR ABOVE THE MANGER, 



One night, while lowly shepherd swains 
Their fleecy charge attended, 

A light burst o'er Judea's plains, 
Unutterably splendid. 

Far in the dusky orient, 

A star, unknown in story, 
Arose to flood the firmament, 

With more than morning glory. 

Tbe clustering constellations, erst 

So gloriously gleaming, 
Waned, when its sudden splendor burst 

Upon their paler beaming. 
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38 THE STAR ABOVE THE MANGER. 

And Heaven drew nearer Earth that night- 
Flung wide its pearly portals — 

Sent forth from all its realms of light 
Its radiant immortals : 

They hovered in the golden air, 
Their golden censers swinging, 

And woke the drowsy shepherds there 
With their seraphic singing. 



Yet Earth on this — her gala night 
No jubilee was keeping; 

She lay, unconscious of the light, 
In silent beauty sleeping. 



No more shall brightest cherubim 
And stateliest archangels 

Symphonious sing such choral hymn- 
Proclaim so sweet evangels : 



THE STAR ABOVE THE MANGER. 39 

No more appear that star at eve, 

Though glimpses of its glory 
Are seen by those who still believe 

The shepherd's simple story : 

In Faith's clear firmament afar — 

To Unbelief a stranger — 
Forever glows the golden star 

That stood above the manger. 



Age after age may roll away, 
But on Time's rapid river, 
The light of its celestial ray 

Shall never cease to quiver. 



Frail barges on the swelling tide 
Are drifting with the ages. — 

The skies grow dark — around each bark 
A howling tempest rages ! 



40 THE STAR ABOVE THE MANGER. 

Pale with affright, lost helmsmen steer, 
While creaking timbers shiver — 

The breakers roar — Grim Death is near- 
Oh ! who may now deliver ! 



Light — light from the Heraldic Star 
Breaks brightly o'er the billow ; 

The storm, rebuked, is fled afar, 
The pilgrim seeks his pillow. 



Lost — lost indeed, his heart must be- 
His way how dark with danger, 

Whose hooded eye may never see 
The Star above the manger! 



ANTIPODES. 



On those dismal Polar plains, 
Where relentless winter reigns — 
Where, amid eternal snow, 
Dwell the squalid Esquimaux ; 
When Morning awakes 
And laughingly shakes 

The light from her luminous hair; 
How bright are the beams, 
Which scatter the dreams 

Of the shivering slumberers there ! 

When the sleepers arise, 

How sweet the surprise 

Of radiant skies, 

Whence Aurora exiles, 
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42 ANTIPODES. 

With her scintillant smiles, 
The gloom of an Arctic night ! 

Yet oh ! there are times, 

In the sunniest climes, 
"When shadow is sweeter than light ! 

When weary of day 

And sick of its shine 

We languish and pine 

For its passing away ! 



ST. VALENTINE'S DAY. 



Hidden no longer, 

In moss-covered ledges, 
Starring the wayside 

Under the hedges, 
Violets, pimpernels, 

Flashing with dew, 
Daisies and asphodels 

Burst into view. 

Down in the bosky dells 

Everywhere, 
Faintly their fairy bells 

Chime in the air. 
Thanks to the sunshine ! 
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44 ST. valentine's day. 

Thanks to the showers ! 
They come again, — come again 
Beautiful flowers ! 

Twittering sparrows flit 
Merrily by ; 

Skylarks triumphantly 
Warble on high : 

Echo, who slumbers 
So long in the glen, 

Awakens to mimic 
The song of the wren : 

For thanks to the sunbeams ! 
Thanks to the showers ! 

They bud again — bloom again- 
Beautiful flowers! 

The mocking bird too — 
The sweetest of mimes — 

Is prodigal now 

Of his jubilant rhymes! 

And my heart is so light — 



ST. valentine's day. 45 

So cheery to-day, 
I fancy I hear, 

In his rapturous lay, 
The music I heard 

In those halcyon hours, 
When Love to my heart 

(Like Spring to her bowers,) 
First came to awaken 

Hope's beautiful flowers ! 



ODE TO SLEEP, 



Come gentle Sleep ! and hither bring to me, 
The beetle's drone — the buzzing of the bee, — 
All slumbrous sounds which Silence loves to 

hear — ■ 
Which steal like balm into the drowsy ear; 
Let summer-rain fall softly from the eaves 
While fragrant zephyrs whisper through the 

leaves: 

II 

To every care some sweet nepenthe bring — 
Benumb each sense — bid Sorrow cease to sting; — > 

46 



ODE TO SLEEP. 47 

From dreamless rest let him awake no more 
Who only lives, existence to deplore; 
Haste ! Siren, haste! low lullabies to sing 
Until I die beneath the shadow of thy wing. 

Ill 

Haste, soothing Sleep ! Bring with thee noiseless 

Night, 
For I would now no more behold the light : 

Since dawn of day comes only to betray 
Hope's brightest blossoms withering away — 
Unveils, before unsympathizing eyes, 
A heart whose woe no masking may disguise, 
Cimmerian Gloom — Egyptian Shadow now 
Chase the accursed sunlight from my brow! 



DARKNESS, 



As when with eager straining eyes. 
We gaze on gloomy twilight skies 
Until we falsely dream that we, 
For one brief instant, dimly see 
The smile of some capricious star 
Flash through the murky clouds afar; 
So my bewildered heart, to-night, 
Gropes blindly, seeking hidden light: 
Its mournful introverted eye, 
Now fixed upon a darker sky, 
Would fain explore the mirksome maze, 
Dispel the twilight's misty haze, 
And call to its enraptured gaze 
From out their petulant eclipse, 

The smiles that shone on Laura's lips. 
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BANISHED ROME, 



" Tell him you saw Caius Marius sitting, au exile, amidst the ruins of Car- 
thage." Histoby of Rome. 

When earthly hopes have flown away — 

When skies are dark and drear, 
Why should the weary spirit stay 

Repining here ? 
Why, like yon Roman, linger where 
The wreck of pomp and power ; — 
The crumbling column, reared in air, — 
The fallen fane — the time-worn tower 
Tell of a brighter hour ? 

The laurel from his haughty brow 

Has fallen long ago ; 
Why seeks the hapless exile now 

Memorials of wo ? 

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50 BANISHED ROME. 

Is there a luxury in grief — 

Aud do the wretched find relief, 

In feeling that their lost estate 
Is shared however desolate ? 

It must be so ! A type thou art 

Oh Carthage in decay ! 
Of many a noble Roman heart 

Whose hopes are swept away ! 
Low in the dust of desolation laid, 

Well may the fallen seek thy friendly 
shade — 
The exile find, a sister now in thee 

Who art no longer Empress of the Sea ! 



TAKING A SNOOZE. 



r 

" 'While I nodded, nearly napping." 

The Raven. 

The drowsy hum of the murmuring bees, 

Hovering over the lavender trees, 

Steals through half-shut lattices ; 

As awake or asleep — I scarce know which — 

I lazily loll near a window-niche, 

Whose gossamer curtains are softly stirred 

By the gauzy wings of a humming-bird. 

From airy heights, the feathery down, 
Blown from the nettle's nodding crown, 
Weary with wandering everywhere, 
Sails slowly to earth through the sultry air; 

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62 TAKING A SNOOZE. 

While indolent zephyrs, " oppressed with 

perfume," 
Stolen from many a balmy bloom, 
Are falling asleep within the room. 

Now floating afar — now hovering near 

Dull to the eye and dumb to the ear, 

Grow the shapes that I see — the sounds that 

I hear ; 
Every murmur around dies into my dream 
Save only the song of a sylvan stream, 
Whose burthen, set to a somnolent tune, 
Has lulled the whispering leaves of June. 

All things are hazy, and dreamy, and dim, 

The flies in lazier circles swim; 

On slumbrous wings — on muffled feet 

Imaginary sounds retreat; 

And the clouds — Elysian isles that lie 

In the bright blue sea of summer sky — 

Fade out, before my closing eye. 



INDIAN SUMMER, 

(A Fragment) 



These are mild delicious days; 
Gleaming through the golden haze, 
Which around the landscape plays, 
Every object now assumes 
Mellow lights, or dreamy glooms : — 
Things once distant now are near ; 
Fainter seem the sounds we hear ; 
Feebler now is Zephyr's sigh, 
And yet lower the reply 
Of the rills that murmur by. 

High upon his airy throne, 

(Girdled with a misty zone) 

Rides the pallid sun at noon, 

Seeming but a brighter moon; 

Lazily his tempered rays 

Measure these enchanting days. 
53 



HOPE. 



Bright hopes blossom day by day — 

Blossom but to leave us ; 
Those that liuger longest stay 

That they may 
Still more heartlessly deceive us : 
Yet in sorrows darkest hour, 

They have power 
Light and rapture to impart ; 
As the sunbeam to the shower, 

Hope ! thou art ! 
When thou shinest rainbows start 
From the gloomy clouds which lower 

Over my desponding heart ! 



HOPE. 55 

II. 

Hope ! those ruby lips of thine, 

(So beguiling !) 
Mingle April shade and shine 

In their smiling : 
Why relievest thou my pain, 
But to fly away again, — 
Leaving me alone to mope, 
A repining misanthrope ? 
Teasing — Tantalizing Fay ! 

Stay!— Oh! Stay! 

III. 

Thou art here anon, — and then, 
Pipest in some lonely glen : — 
Now thou hauntest dark morasses, 
Swathed in dank and dewy grasses, 

Far from the abodes of men : 
There, thy fairy lamp is lighted — 
TJt ither, its illusive ray 
Leads the credulous, benighted, 
"Way-worn wanderer astray ; 



56 HOPE. 

And when he has lost his way, 

(Sink or swim) 
In the dark thou leavest him ! 



IV. 

Incarnation of the Graces ! 
Let me hear once more the sweet 
Falling of thy fairy feet ! — 
Come, and scatter bright oases 
In this gloomiest of places ! — 
Hither from thy far retreat, 
Haste to cheat me ! Thy deceit 
I have never chidden yet; 
'Tis the cruel undeceiving, 

I regret : — 
There can never — never be 
In my heart a shade of grieving, 

Save when thou 

Art, as now, 
On the eve of leaving me ! 



HOPE. 57 

V. 

Witching Fairy! — Airy Sprite! 
Must I bid thee, now, "good night?" 
And shall my sad heart in vain, 
Pine for thee to call again ? 
Promise ! that at dawn of day 
I shall see thy plumage gay! 
Then, sweet "Phantom of Delight! 
Thou mayst wing thy wanton flight, 
Bidding me "Good Night!" "Good 

Night!" 
If that night — good night can be 
When I bid adieu to thee ! 



LOVE. 



Love is a lamp unseen 
Burning to waste, or, if its light is found, 
Nursed for an idle hour, then idly broken." 

Paerhasius. — N. P. Willis 

Not so ! Not so ! Love's lamp is not unseen ; 
It never burns to waste, — is never quenched : — 
His is a vestal lamp, whose virgin flame 
Illumes the dark with pure and steady glow ; 
And should its feeblest scintillation fall, 
It would not lie unheeded where it fell, — 
It might not perish there or otherwhere, 
For Love, coeval with the throne of God, 
Is coexistent with Eternal Life ! 

He moves on earth — a page in Beauty's train ; 
He follows her — a rapt idolater — 

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LOVE. 59 

Gloats on her glances — feeds upon her smiles — 
Lights, with his lamp, her pathway through the 

dark, 
And keeps a lonely vigil while she sleeps : 
He only knows her worth, and spies in her 
A thousand graces others may not see : 
Beauty would live for him — he die for her ; 
They cannot dwell apart — they came from Heaven 
Heirs of immortal life — and when at length 
She vanishes from earth, He flies with her; — 
They seek together, undiscovered lands — I 
They float like Summer-birds, on halcyon plumes, 
To blend the myrtle with the orange-flower — 
To build, in brighter climes, their bridal bower. 



JOY. 



" The laughing Hours before her feet, 
Are icattering spring-time roses." 

Paul H. Haynb. 

With light upon her rosy lip 

And laughter in her eye, 
Whence came the maiden ? — Did she slip, 

With sunbeams, from the sky ? — 
Steal from the gate of Paradise, 

When no one else was by ? 
How merrily she seems to skip ! 

What mirthful songs arise, 
As bounding, like an antelope, 

Who (full of fear, as she of hope) 
The baffled hunter flies ; 

She leaveth me, alone, to mope — 
A melancholy misanthrope I 
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VIOLETS. 

(From " Viola" an unpublished Poem.') 



A violet by a mossy stone, 

Half hidden from the eye, 
Fair as a star when only one 

Is shining in the sky.— WohdsworTH. 

Oh ! where on earth may Beauty hide ? — 
In unobtrusive grace abide 

Unnoticed and unknown ? — - 
To what far distant spot retire, 
Where none may love — where few admire, 

To live and die alone ? 
Although no sparkling coronet 
Upon her beaming brow is set 
She sways a regal scepter yet, 
While Innocence, wherever met — 

In garb however lowly, 
Will still, unconsciously, proclaim 
Her lofty mission and her name, — 
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62 VIOLETS. 

Sing of the clirue from whence she came 

And tell us she is holy : — 
Spirits, communing with the skies, 
Have heavenly glances in their eyes ! 



In unfrequented places, 

Where sunbeams cannot peep- 
Where Echo's faintest echo 

Is lying fast asleep — 
These timid woodland graces 

From dewy leaves arise — 
Unveil their blushing faces — 

Uplift their beaming eyes, 
Less fearful in seclusion, 
Of impudent intrusion 

Or surprise ; 
Yet each of these recluses-. 
While budding into bloom, 
L itco/t.scious/y diifuses 
Sweet perfume ; 
And, ere they seem aware, 



VIOLETS. 63 

The censers which tikey bear 
Reveal unto the air 

Where they dwell ; 
And the breezes as they blow 

To and fro, 
In sweetest odor tell 
Of dingle and and of dell 
As yet unshone upon 

By the sun : — 
They guide on eager feet, 
'To the shadowy retreat 

Of the Nun, 
All who love to stand 
Awhile on Iwhj land; 
Who feel assured again, 
So long as then remain, 
That Innocence, on earth, 
Yet loiters, loth to fly 
To purer realms on high — 
V.-miits not her heavenly birth, 
Nor publishes her worth 
To <jjaze of mortal eye. 



64 VIOLETS. 

But waits to drop in death 

The masque — the dark disguise, 

When with her parting breath 
A radiant seraph flies. 

Alas ! how often we 

Externals only see — 

How often we despise, 

Or look with listless eyes 

On those in humble guise, 

Nor know, until they disappear 

That guardian angels lingered near? 



WOOED, AVON, FORSAKEN. 

("From Viola:') 



" And where the Spring-time sun had longest shone, 
The violet looked up and found itself alone." 

Thos. Buchanan Read. 

Thou art languishing and pining 

Blue-eyed One ! 
Thou art drooping and declining, 
And thou faintest for the shining 

Of the sun • 
For the sunbeam come to sue thee — 
To worship thee, and woo thee, 
But to ruin and undo thee 

Lovely Bloom ! 
He smiled but to deceive thee — 
To blight thee and bereave thee 

Of perfume, — 
Then heartlessly to leave thee 

To thy doom ! 
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66 WOOED, WON, FORSAKEN. 

Thou hopest in thy sorrow, 
He will conie again to-morrow, 

Nor depart, 
(His long delay forgiven) 
To his bright abode in heaven, 
Until his smile has driven 

From thy heart, 
The weight which now oppresses, 
And the grief which now distresses 
While he murmurs, as he blesses 
Thee with ravishing caresses, 

" How beautiful thou art I" 
But alas ! thy hopes are failing, 
Thy prayers are unavailing, 
For wintry winds are wailing 

As they fly ; 
Thou shalt sleep without awaking — 
Thy heart no longer aching — 
When morning beams are breaking 

On the sky ! 



REVEILLE. 



Awake ! Arise ! no longer be 

A laggard in the race ! 
O thou who wouldst thy fellow free, 

Burst first the chains which shackle thee- 
Insignia of disgrace ! 

Arise ! and muster all thy might ! 

Stand foremost in the van ! 
He who unfurls the flag of Right, 

Must march a hero in the fight — 

Must be himself a man ! 

• 
To Arms ! Let sluggards idly stand — 

Let cravens skulk and cower ! 
'Tis thine to wield a battle-brand, 

Whose touch will nerve thy failing hand 
With supra-mortal^ power ! 
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68 REVEILLE. 

In vain may stalwart foes assail, 

The champion of Right; 
For panoplied in triple mail 

The true of heart can never fail- 
Are never put to flight ! 



THE SHADOW OF THE ROCK. 



" The Shadow of a Great Rock in a weary land."— Isaiah xxxil : 2. 

Lost in Sahara's trackless wilds, in vain 
Wouldst thou shake off the darkness of despair, 
Thou reelest blindly in the "noontide glare 
Athirst and weary o'er the burning plain : 
Long hast thou trod beneath thy bleeding feet 
The glowing sand, a fearful death to die, 
While sparkling fountains burst upon thine eye 
And grouping palm trees spread a shelter from 

the heat. 
Far — far away, beside a gloomy hearth, 
Where feebly now the fading embers burn, 
Thy hoary sire, and she who gave thee birth 
Heart-broken wait to welcome thy return; — 
God shield thee ! hapless straggler from the 

flock 
And hide thee now within tlt< thadotooftherock! 

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STELLA, 



" Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which 
Are Holy Land!" 

Edgar Allan Pos. 

Star of my soul ! I saw thee rise 
In trembling beauty o'er a sea : — 

A silent sea — the past that lies 
Asleep in memory. 

My spirit caught the hallowed beams 
That fell on the enchanted air ; 

An unseen seraph in my dreams 
Sealed thy bright image there. 

Around me fell a golden glow 

That flushed the amaranthine flowers, 

Whose censers, swinging to and fro, 
Perfumed the midnight hours : 
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STELLA. 71 

For Hope, who long on wanton wing, 

Coquetted coyly with Desire, 
Now deigned to robe the meanest thing 

In beautiful attire. 



She nestled in my happy heart : — 
She whispered in my rosy dream, 

That she would never more depart — 
Thou shouldst forever beam. 

But now, alas ! the scowling sky 
Is scarred by livid — lurid levin ; 

I dare not look again on high 
To miss my star from heaven ! 

Star of my soul ! Unchanging Star ! — ■ 
Fair wanderer through ' realms of light V 

Although thy beams are shed afar. 
On other lands to-night. — 

Although the glorious golden dreams 
That made my past a •' Holy Land/' 

(Where fountains sang whose crystal stream- 
Purled OVer silver sand. ) 



72 STELLA. 

Long since have flown ; my soul returns- 
A pilgrim, to a shattered shrine, 

Whose vestal light still sadly burns 
In memory of thine. 

Bright star, arise. I pine for thee ! 

Flash through the angry clouds afar ! 
Earth has no other light for me — 

My sky no other star ! 

Beam ! softly beam ! Dispel my gloom ! 

Drive fear and shadow far away! 
Bid hyacinthine hopes to bloom 

And Spring forever stay ! 



DULCAMARA. 



Oft when the sunlight's golden gleam 

Has died upon our sorrow ; 
We sink in sleep, — perchance to dream 

Of happiness to-morrow. 

We fain would banish thoughts of ill, 

Or smile at their intrusion ; 
And oft deluded, madly still 

Cling to each sweet illusion. 

Dawn brings no day, and Spring no bloom ; 

Earth seems a sad Sahara ; 
'Till Hope returning, gilds the gloom 

And leads to — wells of Marah ! 
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74 DULCAMARA. 

Yet, is it not far better thus, 

To be forever cheated ? — 
How dark would be the world to us 

Were not the cheat repeated. 

What though our castles, reared in air. 

Begin, so soon, to crumble j 
Hope is a refuge from despair 

When all their turrets tumble ! 

But wo to those who' wake to weep 
The visions they have cherished, 

And may not find again in sleep 
The phantoms which have perished I 

One such I know, within whose heart 
Hope has no more a dwelling ; — 

From whose dark dreams, no whispers start 
Of peace and joy foretelling ! 



THE LIGHT OF THE LATTICE. 

A FRAGMENT. 



She little dreams that I to-ni<>;ht 

Peer out, through the mist and the rain, 
To catch one glimmering gleam of light 
From a far-off window-pane; 
But the light that shines 
Through the jessamine vines, 
Which around her casement creep; 
Dispels with its beams, 
The sweetest of dreams 
And awakens me out of my sleep ! 



MY HOPES LIKE WANING WATCH-FIRES 
GLOW- 

I. 

My hopes like waning watch-flres glow, 

Whose lurid flames, though burning low, 
Still flicker wildly, to and fro j — 

They brightly gleam, — again retire ; — 
Revive, and sparkle to expire, 

Yet loth forever to depart 
They to the ghastly embers start, 

And die to leave a darker shade 
Where erst their fiitful flashes played 

II. 

My hopes are like the hopes that fail 
The seaman shipwrecked in the gale — 

Unheeded by the passing sail : 
As fades the sunlight from the clouds, 
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MY HOPES, ETC. 77 

The smiles that hailed her snowy shrouds* 
Die on our lips : — His drifting spar, 

By raging billows borne afar, 

Perchance may safely reach the shore, 

But mine — is tossed forevermore. 

III.! 

My hopes are songs, a siren sung, 

And flowers her fairy fingers flung 
Upon a rock, to which they clung ; 

They bloomed awhile in beauty there, 
Then perished in its Alpine air, 

And now that rock is bare and bleak; 
Hie lichen shuns its haggard peak, 

And he who haunts the lonely shore 
Shall hear the siren sing no more ! 



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* The author is' fully aware that "shrouds" are not "snowy." 
But, aside from poetic license, the same figure of speech which sub- 
stitutes "sail" for "vessel," will sanction, he opines, the use of 
"shrouds" in lieu of " sails," to which the epithet used would be 
more appropriate. 



TEAR DOWN THAT FLAG! 



Tear down the flag of constellated stars ! 

Blot out its field of blue ! 
And suffer only " the red planet Mars"* 

To shed its ghastly hue — 
Let only now his beams of baleful light 

Burst like a beacon on the gloom of night ! 

Trail in the dust the Tyrant's standard sheet ! 

; Twas erst the flag of Tyrant's fiercest foes ; 
It now shall be the symbol of defeat — 

Shall droop prophetic of impending woes 
To those who stand where hero-martyrs stood, 

And Cain-like, clamor for their brother's blood ! 



: The first watch of the night is given 
To the red planet Mars. — Longfellow. 

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TEAR DOWN THAT FLAG. 79 

Tear down that flag ! Its skies to sable turn ; 

Fast fades each " stripe of pure celestial white," 
Its bickering stars to sparkless embers burn, 

Its Eagle skulks the light ! 
A vulture now, he wings his sluggish flight 

To nestle with the noisome birds of ni'rht ! 

Tear down that flag ! It flouts the breeze, 
A flagrant— flaunting insult to the sky; 

Disgraced at home — dishonored on the seas, 
Its coward colors fly, 

From field to field ingloriously driven, 

With stars eclipsed and stripes all rudely riven ! 



E^HLIER POEMS. 



FLOWERS FOR MARY. 



Though thou beloved, mayst never know- 
Mayst never carelessly bestow 
One idle look upon the giver ; 
Within whose soul each glance of thine, 

(A ray of light almost divide) 
Shall in celestial beauty shine, 
Forever and forever, 
Like stars reflected on the breast 
Of a serene, unruffled tarn, 
That slumbers on the cloudy crest 
Of a majestic mountain cairn; 
Yet I have brought from forest glade 

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FLOWEKS FOR MARY. 81 

From crystal fount and sylvan shade, 
(Where I secreted oft have seen 
The flower-laden fairy) 
A coronet of living green 
For thee, bewitching Mary ! 
Spurn not the sacrifice I bring, 
Love's frail though fragrant offering, — 
These fading flowers, that droop and die, 
Pale exiles from their native sky ! 
Some hues of Eden still they wear, 

Born of auroral light, 
Ere sin, and sorrow, and despair 
On raven wings had entered there, 

To wither and to blight. 

Fain would I linger here and twine, 
While steal away the starlit hours, 

A wreath of snow-white jessamine, 
And crown thee Queen of Flowers ; 

But I may now no longer rest 
Beneath thy lattice love ! 

Pale Dian hides her diamond crest 



82 FLOWERS FOR MARY. 

And seeks the shady grove ; 
Her train into a cloud withdrawn 
Are waiting for the coming dawn ; 

I can no longer stay : 
In yonder copse methought I heard 
The note of an awakened bird; 

'Tis near the dawn of day; 
The morning star grcTrs wan and pale, 
And Night forsakes the misty vale, 

I too must haste away ! 
Farewell ! a lingering farewell 
My Life — My Love, to thee ! 
This fading wreath alone may tell 
How strange — how potent is the spell 
One sunny smile of thine has thrown 
Around the heart of your unknown 
Enraptured devotee I 



PERDITE! 



Farewell, forever to the dreams 

(Alluring dreams !) whose fitful light, 

Revealed a land where sorrows's night 
Can never veil the golden beams 

Of life, and hope, and love I 

Farewell to Heaven ! Why linger now 
In wild regret before the Cross ? 

'Tis powerless : Eternal Loss 

Corrodes my heart ; — seals on my brow, 

The blackness of despair. 

What care I now how long the fire 
Of life within my bosom burns, 

Since Jesus now no more returns ; 
But bids each lingering hope expire 

And veils his lovely face? 
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84 PERDITE. 

Ah ! what to me is wealth or faniS ? 
A sunbeam glimmering on a pall ; 

From some high pinnacle to fall ; 
To leave on earth an envied name, 

And then — to pass away. 

Farewell ! Farewell ! I may not stay 
Where hope's last " rare and radiant 
flower 

To ashes fell : — in that sad hour 
The golden sunlight fled away 

And left Eternal Shade ! 



THE SUNBEAM, 



Thing of beauty ! brightly gleaming, 
Softly through my lattice streaming, 
To my spirit thou dost seem 
Like a sweet thought in a dream ; 
Linger yet a little while, 
Still my loneliness beguile ! 

Brilliant Sunbeam ! thou dost bring 
On thy gleaming — golden wing, 
Life and gladness, light and love, 
From the firmament above ; 
Thou dost change the morning mist 
Into sparkling amethyst ! 

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86 THE SUNBEAM. 

Messenger from realms of light! 
Thou art beautiful and bright ; 
How resplendent then is He, 
Sunbeam, who created thee ; — 
Called thee from chaotic night, — 
Bade thee sparkle in his sight ? 

Shining harbinger of Spring ! 
All the earth is blossoming, 
At the earliest " peep of dawn," 
In the woodland — on the lawn 
Songs of welcome may be heard — 
Matins of the mocking-bird. 

Welcome ! bright, celestial ray ! 
Where thou dwellest it is day ; 
When thou wanderest afar — 
When I hail the Evening Star, 
Then sweet sunbeam ! I shall see 
But a burning type of thee ! 



HORJ; HALCYONS. 



*'0, Death in Life, the days that are no more." 

Tennyson. 

Ye hours that minutes seemed, 
As minutes seem in heaven ! 
(Should this impiety be deemed 

I pray to be forgiven ; 
Because — it is my only plea — 
I spent those halcyon hours, 
With her who was, and is to me, 
What to the butterfly and bee, 
Were Hybla's sweetest flowers.) 
Oh ! happy — happy time : 
To what celestial clime ? — 
Through what enchanted realms of dreams 
Where all that is and all that seems, 

Is beautiful and bright; 

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88 HOR£) HALCYONS. 

Doth Fancy — the bewitching sprite — 

Lead Memory astray? 
Why am I here alas! to-night, 
And that sweet land of love and light, 

So far away ? 

* * * * * * * 

Sweet sunbeams of a summer flown ! 

Which nothing might eclipse 
Save the seraphic smiles which shone 

Upon her ruby lips ; 
Say ! is the past, forever past ? 

Why have ye fled afar ? 
Your flight hath ushered in at last 

A night without a star : 

Stars are invisible by day — 
The moon hath no diurnal ray : 

And hence bright children of the sun 
Your beauty then I heeded not, 
For lesser lights — it is their lot — 
Are all unnoticed — all forgot, 



HOIUE HALCYONS. 89 

When burns a brighter one ! 
But now since her averted eyes, 
Lend summer-light to other skies — 

Leave wintry gloom to these ; 
Bright sunbeams ! ye at length arise 
From out those treacherous seas; 
Whence wild regret, evoketh yet 

Tormenting memories ; 
For their bright billows evermore, 
Caress the flower-enamelled shore, 

Where Hope's frail barque at anchor lay; 
And whence beneath a summer-sky, 
It sailed a shattered hulk to lie 

On breakers far away: 
But could I now awhile forget 

The dreams of other days; 
Or never — never more regret, 

Far — far diviner rays — 
Cease one bright spirit to adore — 
Cease her sweet presence to implore, 
Tlien might your loveliness impart, 
Light, hope and rapture to my heart. 



90 RORM HALCYONS. 

Ye hours that minutes seemed, 

As minutes seem in heaven ! 

Whose light to me is that which beamed 

On man from Eden driven ! 

Haste ! hither haste ! — dispel my gloom — 

Once more the lamp of hope illume — 

Bid blighted flowers again to bloom 

And whisper " All's forgiven" ! 



LIFE AND DEATH. 



Life is the tossing here awhile 

On a tumultuous sea; 
With, now and then, a sunlight smile, 
Or glimpse of an enchanted isle, 

Far in futurity. 

Death is the closing of the day, 
The lulling of the wind ; — 
The twilight shades in sad array 
Bearing the setting sun away, 
And leaving night behind. 

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92 LIFE AND DEATH. 

Life is the never ending day — 

The never setting sun ; 
The passing of each cloud away, — 
One blooming, bright, eternal May, 

Where Love and Hope are one. 

Aye ! Death like Night bids Morning rise 

Beyond the misty sea, 
The sun to burn in brighter skies — 
The soul to dwell in Paradise 

Through all Eternity I 



THE COMBATANTS. 



There light and shadow meet 

And mingle, and retreat ) 
Beautiful Hope, and wan Despair, 

Wage a fearful conflict there 
For an empty throne : 

There is no Night, there is no Day — 
Nor have they, alternate sway; 

One must reign alone', 
But neither of the twain 
Weareth yet 
The coronet, 

Or rules the proud domain. 
******* 

Faith and Mercy — Truth and Hope 

"With the M powers of Darkness" cope, 

All the pure and all the bright 

From the radiant " realms of light," 
93 



94 THE COMBATANTS. 

Serried, stand upon " the right;" 

On " the left" in grim array- 
See ! the bannered host of Hell 

Bushing to the dread affray 

Marshalled by the Fiend who fell; — 

By that Gloom, a Glory erst, 
Who by foul ambition first 

Lost his high estate and fell : — 

Him — the Outlawed — the Accursed ; 
Who dareth still, — 
And ever will — 

Vainly — madly to rebel. 

O'er the legions of the Lost, 
By each wave of battle tossed, 

The red oriflamme of Hell, 
Rose — alternate, rose and fell : 

Hither — thither wildly driven 
With the ebb and flow of tide, 

Streamed the holy flag of Heaven — 
Emblem of the Crucified I 

Brighter than the Morning Star, 
Beamed that sacred sign afar ; -~ 



THE COMBATANTS. 95 

On the scowling front of war ! 
******* 

Half light — half cloud the sky that stood 

Above that fearful field of blood ; 
Forth from the cloud flashed the red levin ; 
Stars gemmed the other half of heaven ; 
And where their beams the shadows met, 
As though some pallid sun had set, 

A livid — lurid — ghastly glare 
Or lit, or gloomed the upper air ! 

But hark ! a wild despairing yell 
Of baffled rage — of deadly fear 

Bursts from the frantic fiends of Hell 
Upon the universal ear ! 

Their crested leader calls in vain 
His clansmen to the charge again ; 

Death, Destruction, Pain and Wo, 
Struggling — battling to and fro, 
Madly urge their ruined ranks 
To form once more the proud phalanx ; 
Now blindly rush the reeking studs, 
Again like tempest-shaken reeds 



96 THE COMBATANTS. 

Those stalwart riders reel and rock 
Tumultuous in the battle shock ! 
******* 

The Cross more brightly gleams on high ; 
They fail ! — they fly ! — the Demons fly ! 

Like lightning-riven 

Storm-clouds driven 
Athwart a midnight sky ! 
They fly !— they fly !— they fly! 
Like the shifting sand of the desert-plain, 

Or the feathery foam of the angry main, 

When uplifted — 

Winnowed — sifted — 
Swept in frantic fury on, 

By those harvesters of Doom — 
Those dread reapers for the tomb, — 

Tempestuous Euroclydon ! 

Pestiferous Simoom! 

The Holy Babe of Bethlehem— 
The Lamb of God — the Crucified — 

The Bridegroom of the ready Bride 
Hath won, and wears the diadem ! 






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